[Hawke is taken by surprise when Ezio pulls her in for another kiss, further still at the passion and the care behind the press of his lips, the depth of the emotion she can only fathom. But it's enough to entice her further, and she puts an arm around him, the other hand going up to cradle his face, fingers sliding against the coarse hair on his cheek. It's been so long since she's tried to care for someone like this, to allow herself to love--
Is it love? Her head is spinning and her heart is tight; she can't think or parse out what this is. But she knows Ezio makes her happy, protects her, and cares for her. And that's enough.
His mouth is hot, goading her, and she gives him as good as she's gotten. She tries with desperation to let him know how much she cares, how much she wants him, how much she dearly wishes to prove his worth to her. He is her air right then, the heat against her chest, the guard against her back. She can't get enough.
She breaks from this kiss only briefly to breathe, their noses centimeters apart. Her smile is obvious against his lips.]
Ezio.
[There is nothing short of admiration and desire in her tone, a fire sparked that cannot be put out.]
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Is it love? Her head is spinning and her heart is tight; she can't think or parse out what this is. But she knows Ezio makes her happy, protects her, and cares for her. And that's enough.
His mouth is hot, goading her, and she gives him as good as she's gotten. She tries with desperation to let him know how much she cares, how much she wants him, how much she dearly wishes to prove his worth to her. He is her air right then, the heat against her chest, the guard against her back. She can't get enough.
She breaks from this kiss only briefly to breathe, their noses centimeters apart. Her smile is obvious against his lips.]
Ezio.
[There is nothing short of admiration and desire in her tone, a fire sparked that cannot be put out.]